Note to self: Next time you’re at the local marche, pick up an extra-large, twenty liter jug of perspective.
In the midst of frantic exam review, also known locally as accelerated cram sessions, it’s easy to lose sight of what’s important, whatever that may be. Hell, I’ll go as far as to say that in the Kung-Fu Grip of INSEAD, it’s almost guaranteed that you’ll lose sight of what’s important, at least for a brief spell, if not for the full ten months.
Sure, this statement is highly dependent on what you’re at INSEAD for, and whether or not you knew what you wanted before descending into The Bubble. There are those who are here to find their dream job, those who are here to find a job, and others who’re here to find out if they even want a job. Then there are the few and far between who arrive in the Magical Fonty Forest with open (or clouded) minds, consciously or otherwise, and end up jarringly surprised once they find something that they didn’t even know (or remember) they were looking for.
Speaking of bubbles, I’ve always wished that I could think with those cloud-shaped thought bubbles trailing behind me, like in the comics. Besides floating around my head like a personal cumulonimbus, my bubble would carry a few cartoon-like Edison light bulbs for the rare “Ah ha” moments that I had. I could have really used one of those on Tuesday.
I really hate people who abuse the words “cathartic” and “epiphany,” but I had a cathartic epiphany two nights ago. The stress of exams fell to the wayside. The stress of the imminent job hunt disappeared. The other cloud (the black one) that had been hanging over my head went *POOF*, and I was able to see clearly again.
Apologies are warranted for those around me who’ve been subjected to the last two months. A special apology goes out to a particular consumer of this blog. You know who you are. Thank you.
Here’s to hope, one day at a time.
